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Fifteen Minus Twenty-two = Crap

by Aaron Howard

Brushing past the tree's with a glimpse and a smile.
Passing them all on by at a sweaty mile.
Running down this path to my home
where I know I can never be alone.
So I break the seal with a grin
and now the fireworks are ready to begin.
So I look around and let the smell sink in
hoping that all the forgotten healing begins.
After all these years, is love something that still remains?
Are these just the onslaught of these growing pains?
Dealing with Mom's regret and Dad's Remorse
in the between they still set a steady course.
How do you pick up after 15 years?
How do you know to feed the fears?
What's the deal and what's the plan
Since you left your little boy to become a man?
How do you make up for all the promises never made?
How do you remember all those little things that fade?
A blackness too deep to repair.
A back turned and a lock of hair.
Back when dreams were scary.
Everything was all fuzzy and hairy.
You know the truth deep inside
Those swelling tears you try to hide.
While we all know the story of pain.
How it feels to be innocently insane.
We struggle on in a dream of what used to be.
Back when ignorance was bliss, we couldn't see
We try to kiss and make up with the boogie man.
Just looking steadfast till our last stand.

06/20/1999

Posted on 12/15/2003
Copyright © 2025 Aaron Howard

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